Monsoon feels

Clouds came floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky."- Rabindranath Tagore

How beautiful is the rain!

After the dust & the heat

In the broad and fiery streets

In the narrow lane,

How beautiful is the rain!

Clattering along the roofs,

Like a large tramp of hoofs,

It gushes and struggles out,

From the throat of the overflowing spout.

Across the window pane

It pours and pours,

Swift and wide,

Like a river down the gutter roars.

The sick man from his chamber

Looks at the twisted brooks,

He feels the cool breath,

Of each little pool.

His fevered brain,

Grows  calm again,

And he breaths a blessing,

On the rain.

In the country on every side

Where far and Wide,

Like a spotted hide,

The grass is dry and drier grain

But here comes the always welcome Rain

The numberless drops,

He counts it as no sin,

That he sees therin

Only his own thrift and gain.

-Ishita

The Maple season

"Autumn, the year's last loveliest smile."- William Bryant

Turn your eyes around,

And see the waving wood &forests wild,

Hyming of an autumn sound

Its pleasant to the year.

The summer sun is faint on them 

The flowers depart,

Everything made of stone ,

Except your Heart

Even though the same wind blows 

You call it a re-blast.

Every breath stares,

A single leaf to fall.

The dearest hands clap!

The dearest voice meets our ears,

Their presence may be over,

The tone may come to more.

Look over valley and hill,

In spring sky enriched them ,

The sky is round them still,

And Autumn's here with a CHILL!!

-ishita

Tick tock Clock!

Don't spend time beating on a wall ,hoping to transform it into a door."- Coco Chanel

A thing that will never wait;

Even though you got very late,

NO , NO, NO it waits for none;

Be it me or anyone.

My time schedule I always make;

And not just for the sake;

The 24 hours I have in a day

Is very little time for me I say.

The time is now to help the poor

 Are you selfish or a good doer?

The affluent rule,

And you watch like a fool.

The time is now ;

In this Malthusian world;

To stop female foeticide;

By your duties you should abide.

Let the corrupts vanish;

Or swim away like a Fish,

The choice is theirs

Leave it on them , who cares.

The time is now , To fulfil your dream,

To achieve success,

And be the choosen cream.

To have all the fun

The time is now

To fulfill your wish

And know what to become.

To spread light in the dark

And to leave behind a mark

To make yourself stand on your feet;

Always to sit on the front seat.

The time is now ;

Will never come back;

To always be wow,

The time is only and only now.

-ISHITA

HEAVENLY MIDNIGHT CHILLS

Some praise the Lord for the light, The living spark;

I thank God for the night, The trending dark."

- Robert William Service 

SHHH!!do you hear that sound?

Buzzing and droning all around

The night is enlighted,

And the silver stars shiver in the distance.

The frail silver stars move slowly over the sky,

In the fragnant darkness,

Wow, what a flair,

No sight of despair.

Fairy tales no more I tell

Fleeting comes the pleasure very well.

In the sunshine of tomorrow

Glow shall renew.

Softly through the dark heaven

A vision of night

The purple wings float even

No laughter, no light

I close my eyes sleeping

The pulses rest as well.

The dust makes a feeling of weeping

Love and laughter, farewell

-ISHITA

THE UNDERWATER AMAZE

"The sea , once casts it's spell, holds one in it's nest of wonder forever.

-Jacques Costeau

Deep under the seas & oceans,

Everything is full of motion ,

It's colourful and lively everywhere.

Sharks and fish move all about there.

Dolphins talking to friends

Goldfishes saying Oh! Lovely Parents,

Here comes the starfish so epic,

Fishes struggling to learn the basic.

Difficult to survive underneath,

They also have to hide,

But the bruttle find them from beneath,

Hand in hand they move side to side.

Carnivores come navigating,

&the poor have to meet an end,

Lobsters and crabs on their bed.

All looking very well fed.

They don't sleep

And play instead,

So beautiful is the undersea,

Please do believe me !!

-ISHITA

Raazi- The commitment

"Sehmat khan, the national inspirational we'll all adhere to, isn't it?"

A girl, A daughter, A wife, A mother;

But she choose her country above any other

Her dertermination , Love and Loyality

Became an inspiration for posterity

From a student to an intelligent agent;

She choose a life for herself

That change the canvas of her Life;

From colourful to faded.

With pangs of fear, guilt and loneliness,

Loaded with courage , boiling hot as a furnance;

Sehmat managed everything just perfect;

Protecting India even without a minor defect.

From the valleys of Kashmir, to a parted terrain;

She transported herself without grief and pain;

For her it was country first,

More important than hunger , home or thirst.

Sehmat still remains in all our hearts,

Like she did even after several blasts

For this girl, a daughter , a wife and a mother;

She chose her COUNTRY above any other.

-Ishita

The immateur grown up

" Someone who's ready for the zombie apocalypse but not for the next math test!"  

At 10 we used to balance our life like a limerick, silly and playful like a nursery rhyme.
Turning thirteen was a grudge,
Out of all the things that went high and low

Out of all the things that went high and low
, sooner or later did I come to know,
That Innocence was the first to go .

The heavy word jostling came it's way,
It was now that I knew it's no more a child's play.

What mattered now was the fat girl getting skinny
Trying to become an artificial barbie from the so called big large winnie.
, (shoving beneath her the disgrace )

What mattered now was my age had 2 digits instead of just one,
I'm still in dilemma if I'm enjoying or just missing out on all the fun.

What mattered was the magic in the world suddenly went away, for I thought the whole world enjoyed it too, but as I grew I changed my view.
What all I saw was just not true but rather done for money!
What mattered was that our actions no more matched our expectations .
Cuz from day one we're told what's expected from us,
Defining ourselves by grades and nos,
Forever believing that we're not good enough.

What mattered is I have ambitions and dreams, that change the world ,spread positivity .
But I fear soon I have to face this very reality .
Ah teenage, what's the worse to come? , depression .
Depression, dug beneath ourselves or portrayed by some.
Depression. a silent film, A monologue
everything blurry touted suite, just as we see it in the winter fog.

I just think we'll never stop playing the game, that it is a total shame for which we're all to blame, just God knows what we've became, to the world it's all the same, put ourselves in just a frame, a frame with labels.


Labels that judge , labels causing the categorical smudge,
Formed by a society I certainly don't believe in much, oh teenage! I can't forget the fear of bad touch.

Oppressed by problems, overwhelmed by fun,
I'm still afraid and kinda excited ,for there's certainly a lot to come.
Turning thirteen was a grudge,
The story ahead? Is your's to judge.

THE SCHOOL'S PRIME!

"A good teacher is like a candle- it consumes itself to light the way for others."

The indebtness towards our teachers will always remain and it's due to them that we are what we are, so here's to all the amazing guides!"

The unmatched counsel, credence and insight;

Showering me with knowledge and enlighted light;

The one who upholds and moulds our life;

You've taught us to aspire and strive.

That transition from ABC to alpha,beeta,gaama;

From being someone to the one;

It all happened whimsically;

Just as a teacher like you guided me through.

Teacher's day is just when I say it aloud;

But quotidian the gratitude remains;

Today,owing to whoever I am;

Happy Teacher's Day to all my teachers out there!

Thank you for everything!

-ISHITA

Yoga..a therapy is it?!

International Yoga Day 2019!

The day commences with the chant of 'om';
Sitting inside the so called "yoga dome";
I was told to do the elemental surya namaskar;
God!It needed more flexibility than a flower.

Yoga for fitness and yoga for peace;
In a closed room or out in the open breeze;
It had been just 2-3 aasans that I'd done;
They turned out to be disastrous instead of fun!

I saw myriad people sitting in groups;
All coming from different places and troops;
They gathered together at a 'famous public place';
Trying to be within media's coverage space.

At first I found it weird;
Yoga,as a thing, that people cheered;
But now that it has become a tradition;
To deny it,I'm not in a position.

Meditate,Laugh ,relax and slay;

"Happy international yoga day" ,is what they say. 

- Ishita

POETIC TRAUMA

“Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power  boned with ideas,  blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.” — Paul Engle

Writing a poem is a task in itself , and for me it's a way in which I express myself and my thoughts.

Scribbling over words and crossing them out;

The story of every poem sans doubt;

Well! With this one the case was same;

I wrote ample , most of it lame!

The moment I lounge on my thinking chair;

To gain some apprehension , the chance is fair;

But time and again, I drift away;

And with my imagination, my thoughts just sway.

After contemplating for an hour and a half;

To get a satisfactory synonym for the word 'agraffe';

Antipodal, I succumbed to failure I must say;

As I decided to use it exactly the same way!

It's all about words , that turn to sentences;

That pop up a poem , to bring up the fizz;

It can be bitter or even sweet;

But it always turns out to be quite upbeat.

Choosing a topic , right from the scratch;

Also, making each syllable match;

The journey can never be facile;

But at the end ,it's a perplexing feel!

Right from my thinking chair , up to this point;

I've come up , overcoming  most of my fear;

Having put on paper all I had to say;

That's what I know about how words play!

- ISHITA

Superhero Alert

'' Batman, superman, spider man…these are now outdated, the new hero in town is the one and only MY DAD. ''

*Birthday post for my father*

He's always my pillar when I knew I'd fall;
Always my anchor, so strong and tall;
His hard face changes only for me;
His softer side, so careless and free.

He's always been a hero to me;

Nothing less than a fairy tale bliss;

But not everyone can see;

How he grants each one of my wish.

You mean a lot to me;

And to that even you'll agree;

The most precious gift from god above;

Is in the form of tons of love.

I'll always remember the laughter we have shared;
They're the ones that Cannot be compared;
Not to forget The tears I have shed;
As you lovingly nodded your head.

You have always been there,
With a comforting hug and a huge smile,

Your decisions are always fair and square;

Even if they're taken from across a mile.
.
The times that I have been down and sad;
Your silly ways could always make me glad;
You gave me strength to carry on;
Even when all hope seemed to be gone.

On this special day;

I wish you all the luck;

May you receive all that you pray;

At last HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
-ISHITA